A burst of cheers came from the arena over there.
Following the sound just now, one could see a shirtless fighter with arm bands provocatively looking at Yas.
At his feet lay an opponent who had been knocked unconscious.
Seeing all the eyes in the tavern focused on him, this fighter thoroughly enjoyed it.
Then, he ostentatiously wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I have now achieved a hundred consecutive wins."
"Now it's your turn, Yas."
"I, Lanti, will defeat you in this tavern where you made your name and become the finest fighter in the dockside district today!"
After speaking, Lanti extended his hand, provocatively beckoning Yas with his finger.
The onlookers around made no sound in this situation.
Lanti dared to provoke Yas like this, but they dared not stir things up recklessly.
After all, in this tavern, few people drinking are unaware of Yas's reputation.
Faced with such a provocation, Yas merely lifted his eyelids to glance briefly, speaking lightly.
